This time I came home with my man, everything was fine at first, but I was disappointed.

"A generous man. - A happy woman. We do not dare to point out the authorship of this phrase, but at least people say so. You can argue as much as you like about social equality, equal working conditions and decent, fair pay. However, any woman is pleased when her partner in marriage behaves like a true gentleman and does not skimp on gifts, attention signs and other trifles.



Of course, sometimes such desires turn into demands. They are simply trying to get material benefits from men. What to do, a trait that is better not to cross, every man has his own. One can fulfill the wishes of his girlfriend, who already has three children with another man. Nothing. And the other one will skimp on his wife to buy new shoes. “Why do you need them, they have not yet worn their old feet?” People are different, and often because of this there are misunderstandings.

Working abroad, I did not try to find a man. And all my friends assured me that Spaniards do not marry non-natives. It is written in their laws that a wife is sacred to you. If you get divorced or divorced, that's it. Take the house, the car, the money. And who wants to feel guilty all the time because of the stamp in the passport? Yeah, no one. This marriage is just a reason to go out again. No one is even surprised if a man does not pay alimony after a divorce.

So I tried not to think about it. Especially since I came to work, and the money I have to pay for honest work, not you know what for. What an age. 52 is not your youth. By this time, machos were already accustomed not to dance salsa in the evenings, but to sleep peacefully, resting from a hot day. Verily, the human age is short. I thought I was an energetic girl yesterday. And then what happened to me?



So I got a job as a waitress at a local cafe. It's hard work if you don't know the language or the people, but I did. In addition, we had a two-hour break in the afternoon due to the very warm weather, and I always put the heat on hurrah. So I rested, walking around the city. They paid well, and, therefore, there was an opportunity to save money to help the children, and something fell over. You could live in that mode.

But one man came to us somehow. Impossible, about my age. David tried to meet me several times, but you know, it's busy and it's not the right mood. Why? But he was persistent, and at some point I agreed to go out for coffee with him. In the afternoon and in a different place. We had a nice conversation and have since become a kind of friend. It was only the first time, though.



Then I found out that David was a widower and just tired of being alone. He introduced me to his sisters and showed me how he lived. His children had left the country, so we had some common topics to talk about: communication with relatives over the Internet, a lot of free time. He also told interesting facts about his youth, retold the plots of his favorite books. You know how many people read anything other than news reports.

Four years later, when David and I had already started some kind of relationship, I decided to go home and visit relatives and friends. I didn’t want to leave forever, but I just started to miss you. I don't know why, out of interest or jealousy, but my man wanted to come with me. I didn't mind, but, on the other hand, not that much for it. You know, I have a small town, a lot of friends. We need to see everyone, to tell a lot. I didn’t want to take David with me. But if he wanted to, why not?

Everything was good at first. The children met us well. I also have grown-ups who work. We were immediately taken to the cafe to celebrate. The tables literally broke. I got used to it, because although I worked as a waitress, I delivered mostly snacks and drinks. Coffee, something cool. But this time it was a different option. Some of my old friends came and my mother was there. Well, decent to the people. So we sat.



I was used to David’s love of sleep and tried to get things done as soon as possible. Routine, she's, you know, personal. And I had to re-register some documents, go to one end of town, then the other. Why bother a man with such questions, besides being a guest? He didn't mind. To be honest, it was noticeable that he was not used to active walks. Well, that's okay.

And then my daughter invited us to her place. It was my granddaughter's birthday, and David and I went to pick a gift. As a grandmother, I wanted to buy something worthwhile. First we went to one toy store, then the second. I just wanted to buy all the shelves, because you have to leave a good impression. And when will I see the baby again? But David changed at that moment. He complained, kept quiet, and wanted to go home. I got some bullshit, like a bucket with a scoop, and that's it.

I know it's not his granddaughter. But it was kind of weird for a man with his income to watch all this. And then I was driving my daughter's husband around town in his car. We went to my son’s house, he was not stingy either. At the same time, David didn’t even offer to buy gas. Again, it seems that the Spanish tradition did not allow. Well, what can I do? My daughter asked me the same day why my husband was too squishy. Even he had to buy ice cream, he didn’t think of paying for himself.



And so, you know, I was thinking. We were on the same plane, but everyone bought their own ticket. In his homeland, we went first as friends, and then on dates on the same principle. Everyone pays for themselves and no claims, please. No special arrangements, but that's what happened. There are a lot of things I can tell you since that’s what we’re talking about. I understand, but a stingy man is what? What's that for? I don't need to be supported, but I didn't even get a banal bouquet of flowers from David.

That's why I felt uncomfortable at the time. At the end of the day, I reworked all my business, saw the people I wanted. And that's for the two weeks I paid in full. For two. So, why would I go with David if I could do well without him and save a lot of money? Or maybe I'm some kind of miser and just count how much money I spent on a man next to me?



We're back in Spain now. I still work there, on the same principle. I did not express my thoughts and complaints to David, but I am afraid that I do not want to. He showed himself in a rather expressive manner, and I am no longer attracted to this person. He didn't seem to even notice. But now I have more often refused to see him, citing various reasons. At my age, break up with a man? I guess I have to. But what if I don’t want to live with a baby? Better than one. It’s easier if you’re really honest.